*No luck... no, no luck, no luck pushing away the sounds, the images forming in that hazy fog of his mind. Images distorted and downright surreal, followed by flashes of vivid clarity--the forest was real, so fucking real. Rain, rain falling down against his skin....
Yeah. He really is so fucking stupid. It's not real. He knows it's not, right? And yet his pulse is quickening, that panic bubbling up with each painful beat of his heart.
It's... it's not real, it's not, it....
Zelos. Through that fog, that fucking rain and wind, he hears the boy's voice at his ear. Soft, soft and beautiful.*
--... k-kid...-- he softly murmurs through the link, his eyelids giving a twitch. Zelos is... is singing to him, singing to him through that fog, and it's so... so fucking soothing.*